A/N: I'm Back! Sorry if I took too long in updating, but I couldnt type all weekend. If I make too many mistakes, please let me know and i will fix them! I'm thinking of writing a oneshot on Luna Lovegood, but I'm not sure.

Thank you, reviewers!

Harry found the Dursleys fear of him less annoying then it was before, but it was still irritating that everyone in the house either ignored him or ran screaming from the room He fell into a sort of routine, read his books, eat, do chores, sleep, cross off a day on the calender, repeat. It was deadly dull, but there wasn't much else to do.

There will be another unpredictable change in the timeline... That sentence had been bugging him for a while now. What change? He hadn't noticed any changes so far, only that Moony had been the one to take him to Diagon Alley, and that definitely didn't "change the course of history".

Harry sighed, looked at the calender and gave a start of surprise. Tomorrow was September 1st! The day he would go to King's Cross station! Harry was grinning without meaning to. Tomorrow he was going home!

Harry looked on as the Dursleys drove away, under the impression that Harry wouldn't be able to find Platform 9 3/4. As it was, Harry merely waited until they were out of sight and then casually walked through the barrier. The noise and the smoke was almost too much for Harry's battle instincts, which were screaming at him to pull out his wand. Harry took a deep breath to calm himself and tapped his trunk.

"Locomotor Trunk!"

His Hogwarts trunk rose steadily into the air, and hovered, as if waiting for a command. Harry and his trunk flitted in and out of the crowd until they were safely on the train, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He started searching for a compartment, but it was rather difficult because of either his half-blood status or the great big fire-snake slung heavily around his shoulders.

Harry was on his last straw when he checked the last compartment, where a strange girl with dusky-brown hair and sharp, brown eyes was situated near the window. She was reading a book in her lap and didn't seem to

notice him come in.

"Er- May I sit here?" Harry asked tentatively. The girl smiled very faintly and nodded. Harry sat down opposite her and pulled out his own book (Hogwarts, a History), and began to read. They sat there for quite a while before the girl suddenly said,

"You are Harry Potter, are you not?" Harry looked up and met a pair of intense brown eyes, calculating and sizing him up.

"Er – yeah," he said awkwardly, "What is your name?"

"Lavinia," she replied, her eyes flicking back to her book.

"And your last name?" he asked tentatively. Her eyes flashed with something Harry could not understand.

"I'd prefer not to say."

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to pry," said Harry hastily. Her eyes flickered in amusement. Harry idly noticed that her eyes seemed to be the main source of her emotion; the rest of her face remained blank and expressionless.

"That's alright."

Just then, Renso slithered out of Harry's sleeve and curled around his shoulders. Lavinia's eyes widened, but she didn't seem frightened. Instead, she merely raised an eyebrow, as if inviting him to explain.

"Renso, meet Lavinia," Harry said awkwardly, "Lavinia, this is my familiar, Renso." She smiled a true smile at Harry, the first one he'd seen.

"Only a Parselmouth can have a snake familiar," she commented quietly. Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, So?" He said, a little defensively. She smiled, and, to Harry's utter shock, hissed to Renso, May I pet you, O great snake of fire? Renso recoiled slightly in shock, then replied, Yes, you may, Speaker of Blood but not in Heart. And slithered over to lay on Lavinia's lap. Harry noticed that her hands had tensed slightly when he called her by his nickname.

You speak it? Harry asked, reminding himself forcibly of Riddle.

Yes, I speak it, she replied, her eyes glinting in amusement as though from an inside joke.

"Well, this is useful," said Harry in English, "We can speak this language to each other and no body will be able to tell what we are saying." But Lavinia was already shaking her head.

"It is best if we don't spread this around," she replied, a slight tinge of regret in her voice, "We don't want any unwanted attention, especially from any former Death Eaters."

"Good point," said Harry. Suddlenly, the door to the compartment opened, and they looked up to see Hermione and Neville standing there.

"Sorry to bother you," Said Hermione in "bossy mode", "But have either of you seen a toad? Neville's lost one."

"Have you tried summoning it?" Harry asked. Hermione looked confused.

"What?"

"Summoning it," repeated Harry. He raised his wand and incanted, "Accio Neville's toad!" Nothing seemed to happen, and Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Trevor zoomed in and straight into Harry's waiting hand. Hermione gaped at him for a few seconds, then held out her hand for Harry to shake.

"Hermione Granger," she said. Harry took her hand and replied, "Harry Potter." Neville gave a little squeak and glanced upwards at his forehead.

"Yes, I'm the famous Harry Potter," he said wearily," and I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread that around; it gets really annoying to have to deal with all the whispering and staring and pointing." Lavinia, who had remained silent so far, nodded sympathetically.

"I understand. My dad is sort of - well, he's not the nicest person ever, and everyone always thinks I'll be just like him as well. People jump to conclusions about me, and it makes it hard to make friends." Harry glanced at her curiously, as Hermione and Neville made themselves comfortable in the seats that were unoccupied.

"Who is your dad?" He asked. Lavinia winced and looked away.

"Believe me, you'll know at the sorting. Let's hope you'll still be my friend afterwards." Harry then realised something, a creeping suspicion that Lavinia was the unpredictable change in the timeline, and that her father and her last name were connected.

"Riddle," Harry whispered, "Your last name's Riddle."

A/N Duh Duh DUH! Bet you weren't suspecting that, huh? I've never found a good "Voldemort has a daughter" story where the daughter wasn't evil, so I just made one myself. I was going to make this chapter a little longer, but I really wanted it to end on a cliffhanger. Next up, the Sorting! And Dumbledore has a heart attack when he figures out who Lavinia really is, and that she is friends with Harry Potter. I would feel bad for him if I wasn't the one giving him the heart attack (evil laugh).

Recommended book: "Time Warp", a humorous back-in-time story, that I really like!

See you next time!